Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2012 13:28:08 GMT -5
The mouse fell limp in Littleflower's paws. She smiled, though small and rather ill-looking, it was prey all the same. The pale grey tabby she-cat picked it up gently in her jaws and let her paws carry her back towards camp. Last night had seen yet another fresh delivery of snow fall to TreeClan's territory and Littleflower was starting to get rather annoyed at having to keep grooming all the snow out of her fur and clearing the camp entrance each dawn so that they could actually get out into the forest. She had been feeling rather faint over the last few days, but she guessed that was just the hunger getting to her.
Like all the clans, TreeClan were suffering from prey shortage and Littleflower couldn't remember the last time she'd had a full belly. In fact, looking down at her beautifully marked striped pale grey pelt, she could see her ribs, jaunting out at funny angles like branches of a tree.
Shuddering as a cold wind buffeted her short, pale grey fur, she gritted her teeth and leaned in against the wind in an attempt to get back to camp faster.
The pale grey tabby fluffed up her fur feebly, trying to keep the cold out, but she might as well have had no fur at all. Why do I have to have short fur, StarClan, Why?
Blinking, she dropped her mouse on the snow-covered forest floor, giving her the chance to recover a little whilst the next bitterly cold wind prepared to attack again.
Once she felt a little better, she picked up the mouse again and padded on, determined to get back to camp as soon as possible. Then she could have a nice, long nap in the Warriors' Den; after all, she had caught prey for the clan.
Emerging into camp, her jaws laden with the mouse, and carrying herself in a very dignified way, she felt a strange sort of burning feeling in her chest. She frowned, trying to ignore it, but it continued to grow until it was a pain.
"Ow!" it was like her chest on her fire. She dropped the limp mouse, her body starting to tremble. Her blue eyes widened and she stared down at her chest to find nothing there. No scars that she may have got while out hunting from thorns. She let out a yowl of pain, it felt like her heart was on fire!
Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell to the clearing floor, body writhing in pain. It was like an invisible enemy was attacking her from the inside.
Twitching, her blue gaze filled with pain, her body suddenly went still. The last breath left her body and billowed in the cold air before dissapearing entirely, leaving the limp body behind.
If only she'd had one more day to say her goodbyes...
[-gasp- Heart attack! Anyway, Littleflower is dead now, so yeah. I never really RPed her anyway.]
Like all the clans, TreeClan were suffering from prey shortage and Littleflower couldn't remember the last time she'd had a full belly. In fact, looking down at her beautifully marked striped pale grey pelt, she could see her ribs, jaunting out at funny angles like branches of a tree.
Shuddering as a cold wind buffeted her short, pale grey fur, she gritted her teeth and leaned in against the wind in an attempt to get back to camp faster.
The pale grey tabby fluffed up her fur feebly, trying to keep the cold out, but she might as well have had no fur at all. Why do I have to have short fur, StarClan, Why?
Blinking, she dropped her mouse on the snow-covered forest floor, giving her the chance to recover a little whilst the next bitterly cold wind prepared to attack again.
Once she felt a little better, she picked up the mouse again and padded on, determined to get back to camp as soon as possible. Then she could have a nice, long nap in the Warriors' Den; after all, she had caught prey for the clan.
Emerging into camp, her jaws laden with the mouse, and carrying herself in a very dignified way, she felt a strange sort of burning feeling in her chest. She frowned, trying to ignore it, but it continued to grow until it was a pain.
"Ow!" it was like her chest on her fire. She dropped the limp mouse, her body starting to tremble. Her blue eyes widened and she stared down at her chest to find nothing there. No scars that she may have got while out hunting from thorns. She let out a yowl of pain, it felt like her heart was on fire!
Her legs buckled beneath her and she fell to the clearing floor, body writhing in pain. It was like an invisible enemy was attacking her from the inside.
Twitching, her blue gaze filled with pain, her body suddenly went still. The last breath left her body and billowed in the cold air before dissapearing entirely, leaving the limp body behind.
If only she'd had one more day to say her goodbyes...
[-gasp- Heart attack! Anyway, Littleflower is dead now, so yeah. I never really RPed her anyway.]